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Sitting in the moonlight
His face was drawn
The sunlight shadowed
His sullen features
The days of failure
Combined to a color
Faded with regret
His faces moves with the night
His eyes looking for
A path without a
Twisted end
His mind
Clouded and disfigured
Broken from the moments in time
That never seem to move
From the corners of remembrance
Ravaging his thoughts as part of the plague
He sinks farther into oblivion
Slowly seeping away
Losing all but his name